Yan Fengyun stole the limelight and lectured him like a senior. Hu Qianzhong was so angry and worried that he had nowhere to vent his anger.
As for Yue Lifeng's strength being comparable to Shaolin's formation? No matter how the monks in front of him were defeated, he didn't believe that this person had such power at such a young age.
He must have relied on Tianji's strength to plan on Xuan Ku first, and then used him as a weak link to break through. This was how he managed to break through the four diamond formations. Who wouldn't know how to play like this?
The more convinced he was that Tianji was powerful, the more Hu Qianzhong wanted to win this magic weapon, and the more he hated Yan Fengyun.
Now, more than the owner of Tianji, he hates this stinky beggar gang who jumped out to ruin his good deeds!
"Hu Qianzhong from Hengshan, I will ask Brother Yue for advice tomorrow."
He was the first to stand up. Since Yan Fengyun had exposed his face, he simply no longer stuck to his temporary fame and said bluntly: "However, I have something to say first. Tianji is one of the most powerful weapons in the world. The advantage of Heaven's Secret is enough to rival a first-rate master. If Brother Yue holds this sword against the enemy, it will be like fighting two against one, how can we talk about fairness."
"That makes sense."
"The secret is indeed too sharp."
"Nonsense, when did weapons have such a saying? Do you still want to show your shame?!"
Everyone was talking a lot, and most of them had different opinions. Yan Fengyun also frowned when he saw this. He looked at Hu Qianzhong and asked: "Brother Hu, how are you doing?"
Hu Qianzhong argued sophistically: "Since Master Yan wants fairness, please let Brother Yue not use heaven's secrets to fight against the enemy. If not, how many ordinary irons in our hands can withstand the sharpness of this magic weapon? Isn't that right?" It’s no different than using bare hands. What I’m practicing here is kendo. If you don’t even have the sword in your hand, how can you have a fair fight?”
Yan Fengyun angrily scolded: "Where are you talking nonsense? Tianji is actually the weapon of Mr. Yue. According to your words, if you take away his weapon, wouldn't it be even more unfair to him?"
Hu Qianzhong did not retreat but advanced. He emphasized his tone and asked: "Master Yan, why do you keep speaking for the Xiaoyao sect? When did the Beggar Clan and the Xiaoyao sect become brothers and neighbors!"
"Absurd!" Yan Fengyun shouted angrily, his momentum rising and falling so powerfully that the dust on the beams rustled down, and everyone felt as if thunder was ringing in their ears, as if there was a burst of dragon roaring.
Hu Qianzhong was so shocked that his face turned pale. He still forced himself to look directly into Yan Fengyun's eyes: "Master Yan, I have revealed my innermost thoughts. Do you want to bully the younger ones?"
"You -" Although Yan Fengyun was angry, he did not take action. Indeed, as he said, this person is a junior. No matter how angry he is, he can't really take action against him.
"The beggar gang is deceiving me that there is no one in the Five Mountains!"
The sword energy was clear, and a plain-robed Taoist jumped into the arena, with the sword in his hand shining at his side. It was Teng Yue, the elder of the Songshan Sect. At the same time, more than ten people rushed into the arena, standing around Teng Yue, and Qi Li was also there. in.
The disciples from Dongyue Mount Tai, Xiyue Mount Huashan, Nanyue Mount Heng, Beiyue Mount Heng and Zhongyue Mount Song all gathered together, attracting everyone's attention. This scene seemed as if the Five Mountains Sword Sect that once dominated the world was back.
The Beggar Clan was not to be outdone. A few elders greeted nearly a hundred disciples, and all of them gathered around them. The bamboo sticks in each of their hands knocked on the ground with a loud bang.
The Beggar Clan and Wuyue, these are the top sects in the Zhengdao world.
Although there were only a dozen or so people from the Wuyue Sword Sect, their momentum was not weak at all. On the contrary, they were still overwhelming the Beggar Gang.
As for the Beggar's Gang, although their momentum is weak, their momentum is still the first. Among all the sects in the world, only their Beggar's Gang has the highest number of members, and all other sects have joined them. Together, we can't compare to them.
However, although there are many gangs, the management of the Beggar Clan is also very fragmented. There are many people from all over the world who only know the elders but not the gang leader, and there are too few top figures among them. The martial arts are mainly practiced with external attacks, and most of them are verbal. According to legend, over the past few generations, many martial arts have been missing. The various sects have been weakened in several aspects, and their numerical advantage cannot be used. It is also because of this that the Beggar Clan is unable to dominate the martial arts world.
But even so, these more than a hundred Beggar Clan disciples came to this stop with great momentum.
The two parties were full of anger, and it was not surprising that they would start fighting if they disagreed. Lu Hanjiang was watching the excitement, but the crowd of Jianghu people outside suddenly gave way to a path, and a kind-faced monk stood in front of many Lin disciples. Surrounded by people, they walked slowly.
The four Xuanku people saw him and hurriedly came forward to greet him: "Disciple has met the abbot."
It turns out that this is the abbot of Southern Shaolin, Abbot Lingkong has arrived.
Everyone calls him Master Abbot. Now that the rightful master has arrived, everyone can no longer be so tense. They can only stand in a stalemate with each other, with no one willing to give in.
Lu Hanjiang also quietly looked at the old monk. At first glance, he didn't seem to be much different from the ordinary old man. However, upon closer inspection, he was surprised to find that this aura was restrained, his eyes were old but not blurry, and his every move was unexpectedly unpredictable. It has a somewhat natural meaning, which is really amazing.
No wonder he is the one who can hold up the banner of Shaolin. A true first-class master is indeed extraordinary.
Even Lu Hanjiang couldn't help but have some thoughts of fighting in his heart, but he suppressed it well, so there was no need to rush.
"Amitabha."
The abbot Lingkong lowered his eyes and said, "Please stop. The incident at Qingmeizhuang happened in this temple, and I am fully responsible. What the Xiaoyao Sect did was too much."
Everyone in the arena was about to applaud, but heard Ling Kong say: "However, after listening to the proposal made by the Beggar Clan Yan Donor, I feel it is feasible. Although the Xiaoyao Sect is unique, it is not a demon after all."
Yan Fengyun looked happy when he heard this and said loudly: "Master Abbot is right. In this case, let's ask Shaolin Temple to be the intermediary."
Abbot Lingkong naturally agreed. He looked at Lu Hanjiang and said with emotion: "Since the secret of heaven is here, the benefactor of Beiming has indeed..."
Lu Hanjiang nodded without saying anything.
"well."
Abbot Lingkong stopped asking. With a faint sigh, he dispersed the crowd and left with the monks.
...
Today's farce was full of twists and turns. Lu Hanjiang was having fun himself, while Na Linglong was watching from the corner with mixed feelings.
She knew that Lu Hanjiang's strength was unparalleled, but she never expected that even the four diamond formations could not trap him. Although there was a secret reason, she was not Hu Qianzhong, who would push everything on the weapon.
There was silence in the hall for a while, except for the sound of Lu Hanjiang wiping the sky with silk cloth. Suddenly, a gust of night wind swept in. Linglong was blinded by the wind and sand. After she wiped her eyes, she was shocked to realize that Lu Hanjiang had started to wipe the sky with silk cloth. When his eyes fell on her, he didn't look away.
"Hey, Yue Lifeng, you..."
"Xie Konglou is trying to kill?"
Suddenly, Lu Hanjiang asked this question. Linglong's face froze with anger, and slowly, all expressions disappeared from her face.
"Mr. Yue, do Linglong a favor, the conditions are up to you." Linglong said expressionlessly.
Lu Hanjiang paused while wiping his sword, and then asked calmly: "Young lady has caused such a big trouble for me, don't you plan to explain it?"
"Tonight I will teach you all the skills of disguise. Is this sincerity?" Linglong said without hesitation.
Lu Hanjiang smiled slightly and said, "Miss Linglong, please tell me what you need my help with."
"I received news today that there are already a group of tigers and wolves hiding in secret outside Southern Shaolin. Does Mr. Yue know who they are?"
Linglong's eyes were condensed and she said word by word: "Court, Jin Yiwei."
